I didn't know DHL export human beings too.

Until I saw a charred human hand clinging onto the bars in the DHL truck yesterday.

A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?"

It was about 10 o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he began to pray, "God, if You still speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey."

As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, "God, is that you?"

He didn't get a reply and started on toward home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk.

"Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk."

It didn't seem too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home. As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "Turn Down that street."

This is crazy, he thought and drove on past the intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will".

He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed. Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street." The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep.

"Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid."

Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk. Finally, he got out off the car, "Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here."

He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door opened before the young man could get away.

A man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep.

"What is it?"

The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here, I brought this to you."

The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying.

The man had tears streaming down his face. The man began speaking and half crying, "We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We
didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk." His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I asked Him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?"

The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and tears were streaming down his face.

He knew that God still answers prayers.

But what can I say?
I can't complain.
I didn't run the last 100 metres fast enough.
Maybe steroids might help.

And then I'll look like Hercules. Oh maybe Tarzan, I'm not as hercules as Hercules.

I want to eat bak gwa. But I can't.

I'm determined to go on a diet,so that I can fit into my CNY clothes. I'm so proud of my CNY clothes. But I would look nicer if I'm taller. Too bad. And I got an S. Haha. Surprise surprise. Now tata.

I knew a blonde that was so stupid that...

She called me to get my phone number.

She spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juice box because it said "CONCENTRATE".

She put lipstick on her forehead because she wanted to make up her mind.

She tried to put M&M's in alphabetical order.

She sent me a fax with a stamp on it.

She tried to drown a fish.

She thought a quarterback was a refund.

She got locked in a grocery store and starved to death.

She tripped over a cordless phone.

She took a ruler to bed to see how long she slept.

She asked for a price check at the Dollar Store.

She studied for a blood test.

She thought Meow Mix was a CD for cats.

When she heard that 90% of all crimes occur around the home, she moved.

When she missed the 44 bus, she took the 22 bus twice instead.

When she took you to the airport and saw a sign that said "AIRPORT LEFT", she turned around and went home

Okay, Merit Bursary Awards ceremony starts at 12.45am.

12.20, I open my cupboard.

12.20, I screamed, "Where's my uniform?!"

12.20, I realized it's all the way at WHOMPOA.

12.21, I sudenly became clever and wore a white polo tee.

1 ++, people had this impression that St. Nicks changed the uniform.

My keyboard's gone haywire.

I press up, my character goes down;
I press down, my character goes up;
I press left, my character goes right;
I press right, my characters goes left.

Well, are YOU indirectly trying to tell me that my life is going upside down?

Anyway, I've been busy these days, I mean, I'm still in Quadrant one. I'm like doing my HOLIDAY homework right now, and as I'm typing this, some stupid mynah's standing outside the window, knowing the glass, asking to be let in. And now, it's chirping (Well, mynahs don't chirp, I don't know what they do. It's whistling now?)

Okay, I think school's meant to brainwash people. I don't know. It feels so negative to be at school/at home. Well, either one.

I guess I won't be updating my blog so regularly anymore, I must upgrade to Quadrant 2. :)

I guess SHE'll want to spend some QUALITY TIME with US, inducing stuff like, "I LIKE LIT" into OUR brain cells. Okay, I don't mind her. But she's INTIMIDATING. I mean, not yet, but I heard my friends say so. :)

Today's first day of lesson, actually, we didn't have much of lessons, but piles of homework. I seriously need to upgrade to Quadrant 2, if not, I'll die, I'll die and I'll die die die.

In case people don't know what the hell I'm talking about:
Living in Quadrant 1 means having homework that's urgent and important.
Living in Quadrant 2 means having homework that's not urgent but important.

Okay, so that's it. I'm going to continue with my Eng Part 2. :)